Hunting the Light

Because of you, I will begin to believe in miracles. Because of you, I hope there are good fairies. I'm trying to follow you wherever you went. But we're staying elusive. When I see you close heart was full, enjoying the view of you. Stretch out mine hand to reach you, fingers just go through the fog, and you, you like to play hide and seek with me. And for that, I will start to believe in miracles and fairies, that one day, somewhere, and find and keep to myself to be my eternal light. So, again, I go to hunt for light ...